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Wooden Boy 2
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Wooden Boy 2
"Being born one of seven siblings, I was always looking for a place to escape for solace. :-}"
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I want to be that wooden boy
I wish to have that life of ease
With strings to lift and pull me up
With no responsibilities
Some days I'm down - too tired to play
But as a toy and wooden boy
I'd just have fun and play all day
Games and puzzles I'd employ
Go ahead and string me up
It won't be a surprise to me
I'm looking forward to it
Somehow it is my destiny
The wooden boy - his great desire
To be a real child
But my desire above all else
To not be human for a while
I'm tired of all the pain and sadness
That life keeps handing to me
I'm ready to feel none of it
A wooden toy I want to be
So put me there upon the shelf
With other toys beside me
a place I can escape to
In the land I call carefree
I feel all funny down inside
The transformation's taking place
I don't regret the choice I made
No longer in the human race
Published
7 Jul 2014
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